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shred of self preservation had him stumbling down the hall in retreat. 
    “Tell her…”  You’re not wanted here.   “Ah, fuck it… never mind.  Forget I was here.”  He waved it off, going back to pursue the bottom of the bottle.

Chapter Six
     
    I lay in bed, running through my last conversation with Jakob to see if maybe I’d read too much into it, when the sound of angry voices had me up and tugging on my robe.  But by the time I got to the sitting room, all I saw were Rob and Tucker standing by the door. 
    “Was someone here to see me?”
    Rob’s brows drew together when he spotted me.  “You’re meant to be asleep.”
    “I thought I heard Bishop’s voice, was he here?”
    “He’s had a bit too much of the sauce.  Whatever he had to say can wait for sundown.  Back to bed with you.”
    Bishop was drunk?  That didn’t sound like him at all.  Sure, I’d known him to take a drink when the chips were down but… whatever it was, must’ve been pretty bad if he’d shown up hammered.  “What if it’s important?”
    “Ain’t nothing more important than your rest right now.”
    “Do you honestly think I can fall asleep after that?” I snorted.  “Maybe it has something to do with the Order.  Let me see what he wants.”
    Rob stepped in front of me to block my way and my brows came up in surprise before they pulled back down to study him more carefully.  Something was definitely up.  His muscles were all tense and bunched up, his hands making fists. 
    “Is there some reason why you don’t want me to talk to Bishop right now?”
    For a second it looked like he was going to lose it, but instead I watched Rob assert his self control.  His shoulders eased, fists softening and then disappearing altogether, and his voice was utterly calm as he replied.  “No, miss.  I’ll have Tucker fetch him for you straight away.”
    Where was this coming from?  If he was trying to diffuse my interest in talking to Bishop, his rapid mood change had the opposite effect.  “No, don’t bother.  I think I can use a short walk before bedtime.”  Rob moved to come with me and this time I was the one to block him from the door.  “I can find him on my own, thanks.”
    “You shouldn’t be roaming the halls without protection.”
    “I’ll take Tucker with me then.  Unless you feel like telling me what this is all about?”
    His eyes darted to the wolf’s back and back up again.  “No, miss.”
    Whatever it was he didn’t feel like talking about it with Tucker present, that much was clear.  “I’ll be back soon,” I said in a softer voice, laying a hand on his shoulder before I opened the door.  “Come on, Tucker, help me find where Bishop disappeared to.”
    It didn’t take long to track him down, Tucker’s sensitive nose picked up Bishop’s scent right away.  The reek of alcohol hit me as soon as I opened the door and I spotted Bishop kneeling before the fireplace, picking up chunks of broken glass.  Tucker trotted to the far side of the couch, sniffing the floor carefully.
    “What’s wrong?” I asked, shutting the door behind me. 
    “You mean apart from the obvious?”  There was a trace of amusement in his voice, but not behind his eyes when he looked up from the mess.
    “I’m sorry, I know it’s been a rough night.   I just wondered if something new…”
    “Turned me into a sloppy drunk?  Ah, shit…”  His sharp intake of breath came an instant before the tang of his blood filled the air, a sliver of glass embedding into the palm of his hand.
    “Here, let me.”  I rushed to his side, taking care not to step on any of the glass in my slippered feet.  “Hold still…”
    “It’ll be fine.”  Bishop tried to pull away, but I fought to keep his hand in mine.
    “Right, it will if you stop being a dumbhole and hold still.” 
    “Sorry,” he said with a lopsided grin while I fished the piece of glass out and held the wound together so his body could knit